Historical setting: Inside a cell of wattle and daub. This earth has passed two decades since the crashing of the wheel. At this waking — darkness. Dear God, are you near? I know nothing of the sun or the season or the year or the place or even what kind of burial this is.Continue reading “Post #19.2, Tuesday, April 6, 2021”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 